Friday, October 21, 2011

The mingling of seasons

The longer nights, the days breaking long after the first songs of birds; and in the air this nippy crispiness reminiscent of bare trees, leaves the color red amber brown yellow orange, bonfires and tawny skies. It is indubitable—autumn has arrived. Yet, to my amazement, some roses are still clinging on bushes; making the air extra sweet and the garden looking strange and captivating under this spellbound combination of crimsoned colors and petals.

Does it happen to you too? I mean, are you enchanted by this mystery too? Because, I’m sure it’s a mystery—this encountering and mingling of seasons, one trailing after the other, almost tumbling upon each other; holding hands; softly kissing at the bend of some lethargic garden, as one fades into nothingness while the other establishes itself in everything there is to see and touch and smell and feel. Like the passing of the torch in some sorts of a magical game.

I find it enthralling—this fleeting transition from summer to autumn. Environment changes during winter-spring transition hold less of a fascination to me than changes going on during this time of year. My sense of wonder increases and there is this tingle of magic and astonishment…

But time it’s so fleeting; like water in the palm of my hand it cannot be retained. Nature exudes changes; Nature undresses herself to enchant us again under new garments. The transformation is almost instantaneous—it seems. Changes happen almost unnoticed from one day to the next, and if you are not paying close attention to the magic unfolding around you, you’ll miss it…

Look around you, open your eyes—really open them. Pay attention to your surroundings. It’s marvelous what you can see when you open your eyes….

"Each one is a gift, no doubt, mysteriously placed in your waking hand or set upon your forehead, moments before you open your eyes…" William Collins